Draco knew it the moment he saw it. The hand-sewn, oversized maroon jumper, laying below a pillar in the morning sunshine. He held his breath as he grabbed it and turned it over in his hands. A large H sewn over the front.
"Harry." The blonde whispered softly, looking over his broad shoulders in hopes he was still alone. He quickly shoved it in his bag before he changed his mind, making his way into his room.
'You're awful, Draco,' His thoughts echoed in his head, 'you shouldn't have kept it, you should have left it. What if someone sees?'.
He slammed the door behind him, pushing his back against it and pulling the soft cloth from his bag, tossing it aside and bringing the jumper to his face. "Harry". He whispered again, softly, hesitantly. It smelled earthy and sweet like springtime. When flowers bloom and the rain still is still sprinkling. It smelled like walking through the grass and the wind was warm.
It smelled like Harry.
His stomach felt light and nearly sick. The same way it feels whenever he sees Harry, his emerald eyes.. His 'just shagged' messy hair that drives him crazy. He longs for him, he craves him; his touch, his voice.. His scent..
Draco sinks into the floor, holding the jumper too tight in his hands, his eyes shut.
He's fancied Harry since the day they first met. He didn't know it at first, thought he was just excited to meet The Boy Who Lived, but day after day he slowly resented the strong brunette. The way his hair was constantly ruffled, the way his eyes lit up when he smiled, how his body shook when he laughed. The resentment took a toll on Draco as he learned of his jealousy in year 5. Harry kissing that girl.. Harry pining after her.. He realized that he wanted that. He wanted Harry. He wanted Harry to want him.
"He would never want someone like me, I'm a pathetic traitor, a coward" he whispered out loud, sitting on his bed, clutching the warm jumper in his cold fingers. He slowly dozed off, thinking of green eyes and dark hair.
"Fuck, I'm late to class" he sat up from the bed. Draco eyed the sweater briefly before cramming it into his bag. "It's okay, I don't use my bag much anyway. No one will notice." He reassured himself.
He started to his class, holding one hand in his bag, fingers tangled in the wool of Harry's jumper, giving him that sweetly sick feeling in his stomach as he rushed to class, uncharacteristically.
"Oi! Watch where you're going, Malfoy!" A voice chimes in, breaking Draco's cloudy daydreams.
"Fuck." Is all Draco can say while he watches his bag and it's contents spill to the floor. Harry's tousled hair is extra messy and he bends down, reaching for his the maroon jumper. Draco stands frozen, fixed on Harry's strong hands clutching the one thing he didn't want Harry to see.
"H-Harry I can ex-"
"Why do you have my jumper?" Harry interrupted, his eyebrows turned in confusion.
"I found it.. Laying in the corridor." He pulled himself together. "You left it laying around like the slob you are, Potter." He refused to make eye contact.
"Why didn't you leave it there."
"I wanted to return it." He snapped, his stomach felt sick, Harry was so close his smell enveloped him.
"Mm, that's very unlike you, Draco." Harry cooed, grinning and stepping closer towards him. "That's so sweet." He flirted. The sound of his name coming out of Harry mouth made him crazy.
"I can be sweet sometimes, does it surprise you?" Draco stepped back.
"Maybe it doesn't. Maybe I knew you could be."
"Fuck off Potter."
"Make me."
"You think this is funny, do you?"
"Yes." Harry whispered, pinning Draco against the wall. His hands strong on Draco's shoulders, running down his arms and onto his waist.
Draco's heart was going to burst out of his chest any second.
"What do you want?" His voice shaking, his hands hovering over Harry, wishing to touch him.
"You returned my sweater to me, don't I owe you something now?" Harry flirted, biting his bottom lip. Draco felt weak, wondering how sweet his lips are, how blissful his kiss is.
"You can leave me alone." He managed.
"No," Harry grinned, pushing his body into Draco's, "how about this?" He whispered, leaning into Draco.
Their lips smashed together and Draco gasped, letting his hands fall, encompassing Harry with all his strength.
Harry ran his fingers through Draco's hair as they fell deeper into the kiss. Harry's lips were warm, chapped, and sweet. He knew he would save this memory as soon as he could. The first time Draco had ever truly felt bliss. His stomach in knots but the boy of his dreams in his arms. Even if for a moment..
And the moment was over. Harry grinned at Draco, who was caught in a momentary daze.
"Is that what you wanted?" Harry whispered, looking away as a blush creeped into his cheeks.
"Does it look like that's what I wanted?" Draco half-heartedly snapped.
"Will you wear my sweater?"
"Are you asking me out?"
"Maybe." Harry cooed, smiling at Draco now.
"I hate you." He grinned, slowly reaching for Harry's hand.
"Does that mean you don't want to kiss me again?" He ran his fingers through his messy hair, and stepped forward.
Draco blushed but pulled Harry into another kiss.
"I could kiss you forever." Draco whispered to Harry before they parted that night.
"I hope that you do." Harry kissed him softly, running his fingers through Draco's blonde hair and gazing into his eyes.
Draco gazed back, his daydreams becoming a reality more as each second passes. He holds Harry's hand in his own, feeling every callous, every act of bravery. His stomach was feeling sick again, but he should get used to it. That's what love feels like.
